Wendy & William

“Come, adventurers! Try your hand.”

He approached the jovial shill and his questionable shell game. Six glittery red bowls, a green ball dead center on the table. The gamemaster balanced on a three-legged stool, garish grin highlighting crooked yellow teeth, patchy stubble, and a glass eye.

The man rolled up his sleeves, spindly fingers dancing innocently. “Find the ball and win a prize. Fail, and I take a reward. Accept my terms?”